Thus for a while he holds, till Cash is found
To be a Dr. many a woful Pound,
Then off he moves, and in another year,
Turns true Alsatian, or Solicitor.
For we (except o’ th’ stage) shall seldom find
To a poor broken Beau, a Lady kind,
Whilst pow’rful Guinea last, he’s wondrous pretty,
And much the finest Gentlemen o’ th’ City,
But when fob’s empty, he’s an odious Creature.
[Fough, how he stinks!] h’as not one taking feature,